I can do my part of the storytelling. I can carry it. I can paint it. I can maneuver it. I can massage it. But if I don't have anything to work with, then there's nothing.

Like all art forms, film is a media as powerful as weapons of mass destruction; the only difference is that war destroys and film inspires.

I don't believe that art makes people violent in any way. I don't. But I do believe art can show people how to be violent and that's much more dangerous in a way.

I think that I am a pornographer, meaning that I make movies based on what excites me and what I would like to see.

The artificial world that we create through images will essentially become real.

Cinema is mass media, it is both overtly gross and exciting. It is our great mirror of society.

Creativity is narcissism. Creativity is falling in love with one's self as you create. It's self-indulgent.

In a way, art is a great way to release your love, fantasy, and desires. It's like a fetish. It's a comfortable way of excising a lot of your conscience.

Look at the birth of anything; it's always more violent than anything you could ever imagine.

We live in a beauty-obsessed culture, which on one hand is absolutely fabulous, but on the flip side, is also dangerously extreme.

Understanding one's own power is more interesting than someone being given something powerful.

The here and now is all we have, and if we play it right it's all we'll need.

To know what has to be done then do it comprises the whole philosophy of practical life.

Forget all your learnings - just remember that NOW is the moment that never ends

I am the world's laziest shopper, but very rarely have I had to take anything back.

I know a lot of people on the field - players, coaches, managers - are glad that I'm gone.

I never justify, sustain, or in any way or to any extent uphold this cruel, heartless, aimless unnecessary war.

A blaspheming Frenchman is a spectacle more pleasing to the Lord than a praying Englishman.

God's truth tells us the truth about ourselves, but His grace forgives us for the truth He reveals.

With six small diamonds for his eyes He walks upon the summer skies, Drawing from his silken blouse The lacework of his dwelling house.

The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist.